8 September 2012
There was this lad who lived on a council estate in Scunthorpe who had a head that was fucking massive. Everywhere he went people would make a point to make a comment to him about his above normal head size. They remarked things such as, 'your head is massive' and 'massive head on you there'.
The lad from Scunthorpe was known as Bob to his friends because that was his name.
One day in the middle of the night a stranger knocked on his door. Bob answered. The stranger was draped in a cape reminiscent of some bygone era. His face was deranged. One eye fixated upon the door bell to Bob's abode and the other staring into the abyss of the night. Bob asked the stranger what he wanted. The stranger replied "What time is it in Kyoto?". Bob was not sure. He replied " I am not sure, besides what relavence is it?". The stranger was agitated by Bob's response. "By God, what relavence you say, well it is very relavent, imagine if the people of Kyoto did not know the time?. How would they set their alarms?" said the stranger who had a face like a melted Werther's Original. The lad from Scunthorpe contemplated upon this remark before deciding on a suitable retort. He settled with "What you say is true. I apologise. However would a butterfly flap it's wings if it didn't have anywhere to go?". The stranger of unknown origins simply turned his back and walked away.
Westphalia • Opuss № I